For some the words are kept, others.. gone
I see the fear within your eyes
When memory fails your halls in this castle
Who are you hiding from.. and dear
Who has seen inside
What child has touched your soul past the wall
And who still stands at the picture show
We all seem to make the stage a beautiful place
But what does the dressing room look like..
And where do all the lies fall..
In this maze thirst becomes.. what we hide